It's all fake love

Art (Jimin x reader)

You circled the large painting once again, nodding to yourself in satisfaction. Everything seemed fine. You walked over to the humungous bucket full of paintings, just about managing to lift them. Once you reached your destination-only struggling a little- you eagerly set the paintings on the counter.

"What've we got to do with these then, (Y/n)?" A woman asked you, turning around with a smile on her face.

"Ah, well," You held up the largest painting, "The nose needs adjusting, it seems to have smudged quite a bit. As well as some general touch-ups, please,"

She nodded, placing it onto her easel. "This is quite a big one," She commented.

You chuckled a little, "Yeah, I figured I could trust you to do a good job, Anne. Good luck!"

"Favouritism!" A man called out, shooting you a playful glare. "What have you brought for me?"

"For you, Jake," You giggled, passing him a smaller canvas. "The eyes need redoing, and, again, just a touch-up here and there,"

"Are you not doing one today?" Anne asked you. You could see her already searching through the stacks of paint pots, trying to find the right colour for the painting.

"No, apparently, I need to greet some special guests," You spoke, sending them a wave before walking away.

When you were younger, your dream was to become an artist. You loved painting the most. Just looking at them was fascinating. However, as you grew up, you realised that perhaps what you really loved about art was admiring it. So, you ended up working in an art museum, restoring the ancient paintings when they needed it, and occasionally giving art classes.

You had recently been promoted to the manager of the painting restores, but you still enjoyed helping with the actual paintings when you had time. Today, you unfortunately did not have the time, for your boss had told you that you were going to be taking care of some special guests. He had forgotten to tell you who they were, though, so you were hoping they made it obvious.

You headed to the entrance of the gallery, quickly asking the receptionist if the guests had come yet. Apparently, they had not, so you sat down on a bench and waited.

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It wasn't long before a man in a black suit entered and spoke to the receptionist, who just pointed him your way. He gave you a warm smile and walked towards you; you stood up as he approached.

"Hello, my name is (Y/n) (L/n), I was told I'd be helping the guests today," You spoke, holding out your hand in greeting.

He shook it, introducing himself, "My name is Kim Sejin, I'm the manager,"

"Ah, sorry for asking, but, who exactly are the guests? I wasn't told," You spoke, a little embarrassed.

"It's completely fine. Now, have heard of the boyband BTS?" You nodded slowly. "Well, I'm their manager, we're here to shoot a music video," He explained.

Ah, now you understood. You'd need to help keep the public's prying eyes away, and explain some of the paintings, and make sure they didn't damage anything- not that you thought they would.

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Manager Sejin soon returned, followed by seven stunningly attractive men and an entourage of camera men, stylists, directors and staff.

You headed over next to the man, walking along with them.

"(Y/n)," the manager spoke. You turned to face him, "We're looking for a specific painting, can you help us find it?"